Robot Man Posted May 22, 2018 Author Share Posted May 22, 2018 1 hour ago, kav said: I picked up some old glasses off the ground at the dump and put them in my pocket. Later I started walking around wearing the glasses and told my neighbor lady that yeah I had to start wearing glasses now. She told my parents and then began a long punishing grilling period of where I got the glasses. They were sure there was some old man out there without his glasses. I kept saying I found them out in the field. It culminated in my dad putting all my comic books in the bath tub. He didnt realize that merely destroying one comic book would have been more punishment than I could handle. Did you get even with the old lady? Old lady down the street would rat out kids in the neighbor hood to their parents. We got even though... Save up dog poop in large shopping bags and spread it out on her walkway and porch. Throw Velveeda cheese in the bushes for the rats, throw lots of bird seed on her roof, Salt the lawn, A can of Draino over the fence and into the pool was fun too. She never knew who did it because she could never catch us and she ratted out every kid in the neighborhood. I kept my comics and anything "objectionable" to my parents in a big tight wooden box in the tree house. No way, would they climb up there. originalisbest 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Badger Posted May 22, 2018 Share Posted May 22, 2018 2 minutes ago, Robot Man said: Did you get even with the old lady? Old lady down the street would rat out kids in the neighbor hood to their parents. We got even though... Save up dog poop in large shopping bags and spread it out on her walkway and porch. Throw Velveeda cheese in the bushes for the rats, throw lots of bird seed on her roof, Salt the lawn, A can of Draino over the fence and into the pool was fun too. She never knew who did it because she could never catch us and she ratted out every kid in the neighborhood. I kept my comics and anything "objectionable" to my parents in a big tight wooden box in the tree house. No way, would they climb up there. Wow, I thought you said your name was Bob not Dennis! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jeffro. Posted May 22, 2018 Share Posted May 22, 2018 20 minutes ago, october said: I don't have any dump stories, but this thread is awesome. My only dump stories involve the porcelain throne entalmighty1 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kav Posted May 22, 2018 Share Posted May 22, 2018 34 minutes ago, Robot Man said: Did you get even with the old lady? Old lady down the street would rat out kids in the neighbor hood to their parents. We got even though... Save up dog poop in large shopping bags and spread it out on her walkway and porch. Throw Velveeda cheese in the bushes for the rats, throw lots of bird seed on her roof, Salt the lawn, A can of Draino over the fence and into the pool was fun too. She never knew who did it because she could never catch us and she ratted out every kid in the neighborhood. I kept my comics and anything "objectionable" to my parents in a big tight wooden box in the tree house. No way, would they climb up there. I have no memories regarding the incident after the comics hit the water. My mind blanked out everything. I do not recall if I said where I got the glasses or what happened to them or anything. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jools&jim Posted May 22, 2018 Share Posted May 22, 2018 (edited) 53 minutes ago, Robot Man said: A can of Draino over the fence and into the pool was fun too... Funny you should mention "Drano". Those same guys I knew who rode their bikes to the dump were also notorious hell-raisers in our neighborhood, and were frequently chased by the local cops for all sorts of mischief, which occasionally went too far (not terribly uncommon back then for guys in junior high). One of their favorite bits was to make "Drano bombs" from, er...common household items. One of them would mix the thing up in a vacant lot or in the woods behind the houses while the rest of us watched from a safe distance. When we saw that guy run like hell, we all ran, too...then BOOM!!!! Nearly as loud as an M80...and a helluva lot more dangerous, too, given the glass shrapnel. Thing is, and this is important..it was never intended to hurt anyone, nor to destroy anything other than the bottle. And it never did. What they enjoyed--and the rest of us, too, I guess--was the simple pleasure of getting away with it. Ah, so many boring old stories. I'm sure you guys have a million of 'em, too, especially if you grew up in an era when parents, in general, let kids be kids, even if it meant getting intro trouble sometimes. Frankly, it's a wonder that any of us survived. Here's one more: a goofy kid from the other side of town named Bruce who hung out with us sometimes, and whose hair made the shape of an "M" on his forehead, got too close to a makeshift "flash pot" (a crushed up Estes rocket engine) to see why it didn't go off. Yep, you guessed it...goodbye eyebrows! Ah, those were the days... Edited May 22, 2018 by jools&jim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kav Posted May 22, 2018 Share Posted May 22, 2018 People worried about microaggressions heads would explode if they put on a helmet that relived what it was like for kids out in the boonies when I grew up. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JollyComics Posted May 22, 2018 Share Posted May 22, 2018 (edited) Found an abandoned dump site in a heavy forested area (don't mention about mosquito attacks) and managed to find some old cone top beer cans - some are readable. Had four of them for years - forgotten until I cleaned out the garage and rediscovered them. Decided to contact few beer can collectors. One came to my house after five hours of driving and bought them for $60 each. Not bad finding. He told me if the cans were in excellent condition and he would pay $1200 each! Edited May 22, 2018 by JollyComics ADAMANTIUM 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kav Posted May 23, 2018 Share Posted May 23, 2018 (edited) My little brother used to buy broken reel to reel tape recorders for a quarter at the dump then take them home and fix them. He was always into electronics self taught and would do stuff like convert a stereo speaker into a receiver then tape far away neighbor's conversations. He was is the USAF Space Command as a satellite something. Then he worked for a private firm, got laid off after 20 years and got a high stress job designing circuit boards that caused him to develop an ulcer and he was vomiting blood. He finally quit that job and said he was completely sick of electronics and was working in a grocery store when he burst his aorta at home and passed away. The last conversation he had was with me on facebook about guardians of the galaxy movie and comic books. Edited May 23, 2018 by kav Ken Aldred and porcupine48 1 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheFifthHorseman Posted May 23, 2018 Share Posted May 23, 2018 6 hours ago, ADAMANTIUM said: As Far As "dumpster diving" ALSO when I was a teenager.... Marlboro Cigs used to have this thing on the sides of the pack called "Marlboro Miles"...You could trade in these said "miles" for Marlboro swag.... made great Christmas gifts. T-shirts, lighters, ashtrays, iron on patches. Made going to high-school a kick...... Ah if we could do things over..... Like Camel Cash. Oh yes, the good old days when cartoons were used for cigarette advertising Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheFifthHorseman Posted May 23, 2018 Share Posted May 23, 2018 So many cool stories here Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jhutton2 Posted May 23, 2018 Share Posted May 23, 2018 4 hours ago, lizards2 said: I used to take my main squeeze to the dump on Friday nights to shoot skunks. You don't want to be looking around for salvageable stuff after a couple those are popped. Haha, I remember a former boss of mine telling a story about when she was younger and recently married. Her newlywed husband was a member of the RCMP (Royal Canadian Mounted Police) and he had been stationed to a small rural community. On his days off he would take her to the local dump and she would shoot the rats crawling around in the garbage piles so she could practice her shooting skills! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ender Posted May 23, 2018 Share Posted May 23, 2018 This thread is just so much great! My brother and I found large discarded Styrofoam barrels and lugged them back home over a few trip on foot and proceeded to build ourselves a raft for a small pond behind our house. Tom Sawyer style! We were not allowed to swim in the pond because of the large amount of snapping turtles in it but figured "Dad never said we couldn't build our own raft and take that out on the pond." We got in the middle and quickly learned we were not the raft builders we had imagined ourselves to be. Ropes got wet and stretched and raft slowly fell apart. We sat on the raft, now afraid of the turtles, until that was no longer an option and then swam like jaws was chasing us. Told our dad and he laughed so hard at us we didn't even get punished. This thread is just awesome. Most fun I have had today. ADAMANTIUM, oldmilwaukee6er and kav 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
comicdonna Posted May 23, 2018 Share Posted May 23, 2018 I look for old dumps while i'm working in the woods. I always have high hopes of finding something valuable that I could sell, and buy a nice comic. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kav Posted May 23, 2018 Share Posted May 23, 2018 (edited) 19 minutes ago, ender said: This thread is just so much great! My brother and I found large discarded Styrofoam barrels and lugged them back home over a few trip on foot and proceeded to build ourselves a raft for a small pond behind our house. Tom Sawyer style! We were not allowed to swim in the pond because of the large amount of snapping turtles in it but figured "Dad never said we couldn't build our own raft and take that out on the pond." We got in the middle and quickly learned we were not the raft builders we had imagined ourselves to be. Ropes got wet and stretched and raft slowly fell apart. We sat on the raft, now afraid of the turtles, until that was no longer an option and then swam like jaws was chasing us. Told our dad and he laughed so hard at us we didn't even get punished. This thread is just awesome. Most fun I have had today. We would build a raft out of a pallet and nail plywood to the surfaces then build railing with 2 by fours and off we went! We also built a 3 story fort once which my brother installed switches and lights and fans and stuff with large battery. Edited May 23, 2018 by kav ADAMANTIUM and ender 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
oakman29 Posted May 23, 2018 Share Posted May 23, 2018 7 hours ago, Robot Man said: How romantic! He stole my heart. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kav Posted May 23, 2018 Share Posted May 23, 2018 39 minutes ago, oakman29 said: He stole my heart. How To Pick Up Chicks page 18: "You're the kind of girl I'd like to shoot rats with" That line gets em every time. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post lizards2 Posted May 23, 2018 Popular Post Share Posted May 23, 2018 6 hours ago, Badger said: Not really a dump story but when I was little my dad would take me out looking for cans to recycle. This was back in the 70s and you could still find steel cans which he said were junk. We would search in fields and along roads just looking to see what we could find and take to recycle. We were walking through an empty lot and dad had just finished telling me how to easily tell a valuable aluminum can from a steel can, the secret is in the weight!, when I tried to pick up the worlds heaviest can. I bent down and grabbed the can as I was walking by and the thing would not budge. Just about took me off my feet! My dad laughed, said steel cans are not THAT heavy, came over, and bent down to pry it out of the ground. It did not budge. Frustrated, he kicked it with his steel toed boot. That knocked the can only a few feet but it certainly pissed off the hornet nest that had taken up residence inside. Those angry yellow bastards came roaring out of that can heading straight for me. I still remember my dad jumping between me and the swarm to push me away. His sacrifice worked; I did not get stung and somehow my dad only got stung once. I learned that trash is dangerous that day and that I should stay away from discarded junk. It was a lesson that stayed with me until I saw a couple of older kids burying a box in a culvert. Lying low, I snuck down after they left, and found a huge cache of hooter magazines! Funny how so many of our stories degrade into fond memories of dirty magazines. Me and my best friend from elementary school and junior high would pick up cans and bottles for the deposits all the time, in a lot of different places. I remember one turnout below our houses where we discovered a big cache of Juggs and such magazines - it must have been the turnout where people dumped that kind of stuff. Needless to say, we had a nifty cache of filth back at the fort in the woods between our two places. His family also made wine, and looted wrecked trucks up on the local mountain pass. They had a huge room full of burbling, fermenting wine jugs on top of rows of tables with tablecloths. Behind those tablecloths were cases of liquor - every kind a 12 year old could imagine. There was so much of it, what we took wouldn't have been missed. We had a separate "bar" out in an old root wad of a fallen tree, with liquor stuffed in all the little holes and crevices. My friend would also bring wine and schnapps on all the snowmobile trips are family would take together for weekends in the woods. We were pretty sh*tty little boys, from ages 12-14, and then I moved away, as my dad got a new job in separate town. My friend was killed in an auto accident when he was about 25 or so, after a stint in the service. We grew up in a logging town, and a lot of the kids from our class and classes around it died like flies in logging and car accidents and such. One choker cable incident took out five of them in one whack. Now I'm a sh*tty fat little 57 year old, carrying on. My wife paid me the ultimate compliment after one of my drunken Lodge night forays this winter, which was followed by a rough, rough morning - "What? Are you still 13 years old?" Yes maam! I'm never growing up! Badger, Robot Man, buttock and 2 others 5 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
oakman29 Posted May 23, 2018 Share Posted May 23, 2018 (edited) 13 minutes ago, kav said: How To Pick Up Chicks page 18: "You're the kind of girl I'd like to shoot rats with" That line gets em every time. I love me some rat shootin'. Edited May 23, 2018 by oakman29 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lizards2 Posted May 23, 2018 Share Posted May 23, 2018 13 minutes ago, oakman29 said: I love me some rat shootin'. We have a family rat shoot in the desert every year. They're actually Belding's Ground Squirrels. that infest the farmer/rancher's alfalfa pivots. The shooting was tremendous this year, with many burning up a 1000 rounds of .17, .22 or .22 mag per day. It's not always that good of shooting, but it was this year! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kav Posted May 23, 2018 Share Posted May 23, 2018 1 minute ago, lizards2 said: We have a family rat shoot in the desert every year. They're actually Belding's Ground Squirrels. that infest the farmer/rancher's alfalfa pivots. The shooting was tremendous this year, with many burning up a 1000 rounds of .17, .22 or .22 mag per day. It's not always that good of shooting, but it was this year! Yep shootin them varmints is PIVOTAL. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...